Nicely written - even though it reads "like a writer who is in love with their thesaurus"... he said, writing allegorical poetry in the abstract, like an a absolutely self indulgent toss pot.
No joke, I was writing one of those the other day and was reminded of a scene from - of all things - a whodunnit, where one of the protagonists is forced on a date to sit through an hours long epic poetry reading called "an epithon". The other protagonist who doesn't want him to go on this date says "serves you right"...
And as I'm writing this abstract imagery using symbolism and metaphors, my eyes roll into the back of my head, because suddenly I envision myself as the one reading that epic poetry, dressed in a turtleneck and blazer, sitting in an egg chair, reading from a tomb thicker than a slab of concrete.
Moma, I should have written show tunes. I don't know what I was thinking. Now I write beautifully structured poetry that no one will ever read because they don't know what a thesaurus is. Smh.